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The faithful sun rose in the eastern sky
Slowly over the swamp and the mist on the water
Bringing the breeze that whispers through the cattails
And the dew-covered grass…
The sound of wing-slapped water as geese rise in flight
They call out with a symphony of voices
Welcoming the morning
Everywhere I look is teeming with life
Beauty
And Solitude…
The cry of the red-tailed hawk
The chiding crows
The heron stalking its prey…
Everything I see overwhelms me
Until it wells up in my eyes with gratitude
Until it fills my heart with hope…
You must look if you hope to see
Listen if you hope to hear
Sit in silence if you hope to understand
Empty yourself if you would be filled…
To be bathed in the landscape of Grace
Where your truth awaits
As one with all creation…
All of this birthed in me
As the essence of the Love of God
All things seen and unseen
As the sun bursts into my being…
Until the very light I sought to see
Blinds me with its brilliance
Transforming with mercy
Uniting me with its fragile beauty…
The preciousness of this fleeting moment
Shines in the reflections of the morning sun
On the surface of my soul…
I bow my heart before the artist!
FOUR
To obtain it, Laurie with her Dear Life paid,
She did not count the cost, as cowards do,
But gave her Heart, to be re-forged and made,
A Diamond Heart… Pure, Innocent and True…
Into a misericorde, blade meant to end
With Mercy, Dark Ones… Those whose Time has come
Who have made Life a Misery, and bend
The courses of Reality – they hum
Not, nor do cook in their pajamas,
They are Diseased with Hate and Cruelty
Is just another tactic – do their mamas
Pray for them? That’s why she comes!
To nihilists, she brings the coup-de-grace*
And carries the repentant over the floss…
*the coup-de-grace was not only a merciful blow with a dagger, designed to swiftly and painlessly end the life of a suffering knight, who could not be saved, this name was also used for the dagger, itself, which was designed for such a purpose. Another name for the coup-de-grace is 'misericorde'
SUMMER CALL OF LIGHTNING BUGS AND RAIN
At dusk of Spring, the lightning buzz of bugs.
The sinkhole drain of creeks, its bed - depressed.
What hell has issued this? Clouds, down the dugs!
The faded sky, blue dry, thus has oppressed.
Oh heaven come close, with manna wet hugs!
With mercy prayer, to God, our sins confessed.
At summer’s dawn, a nimbostratus calls.
The sun is hot beneath the gorgeous falls.
~ ~ ~
The drought, a distant thought, as rain conceives.
The humid clouds do water grass and ferns.
A summer rain rebirths red wagon. Leaves,
submerged in verdant waft. The earth’s soil turns
to crimson mud, and raindrops drain off eaves.
A prosperous psalm, the creek with child churns.
The palpitations - thunder of my soul.
Strong pulse of Summer rain - a fruitful bowl.
8/20/2017
Summer Rain Contest (Dale Cozart)
1st Place
Ottava Rima
Prayer - 1 syllable
Treasures unimaginable are found in The Bible.
History is replete with attempts to destroy The Bible.
Every raging hunger to extinguish it created a greater thirst for it.
His story(God's) is the real and true story
Of both mankind's failures and triumphs.
Love is the key to unlocking its mysteries.
You and I are pilgrims being led and guided
By a God who is magnanimous and overflowing with mercy.
Inspiration from God infused the original writers of The Bible.
Born again believers feast from its pages like manner from heaven.
Lucifer, also know as Satan, the arch enemy of both man and God,
Ever lurks to deceive as he himself faces the day of eternal doom.
091721PS
The Power That Can Save Me..........Hello.....is.......The Power The Power That "Made a Tree"!!!!!The Power that made "The Moon,The Earth,The Sky,and "All" Creation,and brought all of that into being,and can cause it "Not To Be"has no problem saving you and me!!! If it was not for bad luck"I thought I would have no Luck at all,but when I suddenly had some "Good Luck",it caused my bad luck to fall!!The bad luck fell,and good luck is a memory that I just cannot forget:It is like the happiness that we have when we get our first "Pet"!!Bad Luck will probably try to make another call,but now that I have had,and know "Good Luck" I can really believe,and say that "Good Luck Trumps All"!!! Let us have ourselves a "Ball"as we always remember The Good Luck"that caused "The Bad Luck" to "Fall"!!!A Squirrel cracked,and busted a nut,and when we see that happen we see the power that is in you and me,and I "Love "The One who "Created""The Tree"!!!! "The Hospital Brings in "SICK Bodies",and makes a collective effort to try and fix ,and heal those sick bodies! "THE ONE WHO MADE THE TREE" can heal those who are the staff in "THE HOSPITAL",and the patients too: because "The One Who Made The Tree made life itself,and "He Lives":and is "Filled with "Mercy,and Grace" as we "Achieve Something Good"and "Thereby Become A Part Of That Which Is "The Most Beautiful!I Love The One Who Made The Tree: I know that he can save "You and Me"! Be Ye not "Conformed"but Be Ye "Transformed" by "The Renewing Of Our Minds!
God’s grace* melts pain with mercy glow
As compassion vanquishes woe
Instilling hope to conquer strain
With mercy glow, God’s grace melts pain.
God’s grace prevails midst kindness’ scope
To conquer strain instilling hope
Showcasing care, it never fails
Midst kindness’ scope God’s grace prevails.
God’s grace abounds, such we must share
It never fails, showcasing care
That flows with zest as faith resounds
Such we must share God’s grace abounds.
God’s grace highlights love at its best
As faith resounds that flows with zest
While prayer mirth soars for great heights
Love at its best God’s grace highlights.
*Ephesians 1:6–8 To the praise of the glory of his grace, wherein he hath made us accepted in the beloved. In whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of his grace; Wherein he hath abounded toward us in all wisdom and prudence.
July 30, 2025
2nd place, "The Double Swap" Quatrain Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 8/6/2025
Perfectly conceived in the Almighty’s omniscience
she was breathed with life wondrously by the Creator
granted full freedom to accomplish entrusted role
which according to the Scriptures, is “an help meet for him*.”
As such, what right has anyone to chain her?
to imprison her soul?
to enslave her being?
to diminish her feminine quality?
Completing the man by virtue of her God-granted attributes
she is vitally needed with her significance
a home can’t be a home without her
and a family devoid of her touch loses its verity.
Then why is she treated as a mere possession?
as an object of masculine’s lust?
as a darling partner to meet sexual cravings for a night?
as a comfort-giver who is not emotionally compensated?
The woman awesomely created by the Sovereign
is that lady with a unique task to perform
she can be your daughter, sister, mother, or girl friend
who’s doing her very best --- thru love's commitment of gracious trust.
Woe unto anyone who is undermining her and her personhood
mistreating her contrary to justice essence
abusing her against righteousness precept
minimizing her worth along unfair value system.
In the name of the Lord Who is the great Defender
the ultimate fortress, protector and sustainer of life...
everyone is called upon to stop chaining the woman…
since depriving her of genuine freedom means mankind’s liberty-loss.
Christ be praised for His compassion-propelled dealings
with women during His earthly ministry:
He showed them His care, forgiveness, comfort, appreciation
...brought to them healing of wellness favour
reaching-out to those grieving with mercy...
...lifted the ones humiliated publicly, granting His pardon…
rescuing their repentant souls from the condemnation of sin’s wages.
As a woman privileged to enjoy God-driven freedom bliss
I strive with faith to help advocate for human lawful rights
while praying for and assisting victims of "violence against women"
and spiritually leading them to the divine freedom Source.
*Genesis 2:23 And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man.
August 31, 2020
3rd place, "Woman in chains" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 9/1/2020.
Rudyard said it best, but now it is my time to build on another’s table,
If you can shun the word I can’t, and embrace the phrase, I’m able,
If you can watch the world you love, be torn apart and rent asunder,
But not give way to hate it, or join in wicked plunder,
If you can lose your mind and heart as well, but lift yourself from such that hell,
If you can watch your labor tossed aside, but work on despite the pain inside,
If you can hear advise from friend and foe, that works to mock your toil true,
And yet apply the good that’s said, and rise to climb the mountains new,
If you can lose your love when comfort fades, but rage on through that stress,
If you can endure the trials of this life, and still not worship tests,
If you can achieve the most from Gifts within, yet not give in to greed within,
If you can seek to share, and watch your house unravel while others bleed you
bare,
If you can feel the weight of atlas on your back and see Christ’s body torn,
And yet refuse to relinquish hope to see the dawn of earth adorned,
If you can love all women but none too much,
If you can love all things with open touch,
If you can be a fool, and still forgive yourself for errors of your past,
If you transcend sin, yet still restrain the pangs to judge your sister’s lapse,
If you can run this race with gentle care, yet unafraid to risk it all,
If you can fall, and fall again, and yet again, but never lose your faith,
If you can run this race, yes sometimes slow, and without reaping still yearn to
sow,
If you can trust in God, through thick and then, and not give sway to doubt in men,
If you can love like Christ, our God above, yet still resolve to confront wrong,
If you can see affections wane with time, yet still acknowledge angel’s songs,
If can shun all ugly sounds, yet still embrace the beauty that keeps you true,
If you can stand all things, and still at end, love you for simply being you,
If you can be the gentle sort of old, yet still rebuke with mercy bold,
Then you will know the truth of God,
Then you will see the life that drives and helps us strive throughout our lives,
If you can run this race my son, and love and live despite the cross you bear,
Then my son, and only then, you’ll be a Man who dares to dare,
To yes believe in God above,
And be a vessel of her love.
Two hearts once beat as one in time..
Their voices sang a perfect rhyme.
Each thought, each breath, a mirrored tune..
They danced beneath the silver moon.
But she, in love’s unsteady hand..
Had strayed and broken what was planned.
A choice she made, a wound so deep..
That left him standing, torn and steeped.
He couldn’t see the shattered light..
Though she had begged and cried all night.
For every wrong he'd ever done..
She forgave him.. he, though, was none.
Her tears fell soft, a desperate plea..
"I’ve failed, but still, I beg you see..
I’ve wronged you, yes, but love still stays..
Forgive me, please, through darker days."
But he, with heart in shards and stone..
Could not forgive what she had known.
A rift grew wide, too sharp to mend..
A bitter grief he couldn't end.
So, they parted.. silent, broken..
Two souls, once bound, now words unspoken.
Her heart, though torn, still loved him true..
But in his eyes, that love withdrew.
Through years that passed, her soul would ache..
A heavy weight, a lasting break.
For all the pain she'd caused in haste..
And yet, in silence, love she'd chased.
But fate, with mercy, takes its toll..
And promises restore the soul.
In future lives, their hearts will mend..
And he will find it in the end.
For love like theirs, though torn apart..
Is woven deep within the heart.
In silent years, through lives they’ll roam..
Two souls will find their way back home.
Amos 5:24 NKJV - But let justice roll down like water ...
Every mortal was made by God for justice;
Whose status is never to be altered by any device;
Nor ever to be enslaved or disenfranchised
By any political system that mankind could ever devise.
Everyone wants justice under the law,
Not justice cast by luck, lots, or partiality.
All people deserve justice rendered by the majority
In a democracy with rights also for the minority.
All people want justice handed out, not barely, but fairly;
Not justice based on favoritism and loyalty. People also
Desire justice flavored with mercy as well as justice
Seasoned with equality. Justice that is provided for just
A chosen few is merely inhumane justice with a misguided view.
In a humane system embraced with justice, everyone matters.
With God's help, 'we can let justice roll down like water'.